I spend my nights thinking the worst And telling myself that everything's going to work out I keep kicking myself in the mouth Opening up every cut that should be a scar by now
We are the bruised and the tender. We are the crack that was mended. From all the times we ever tried we should’ve found each other in this drive on to me
And when you cry, a piece of my heart dies Knowing that I may have been the cause If you were to leave and fulfill someone else’s dreams I think I might totally be lost